A joke fit for Viking Fest Ole was on his death bed. The doctor had told Lena that he wouldn't last the night and he might as well die at home on his own bed. After a while, Ole's eyes flickered open and he sniffed the air and muttered ""Lefsa. Oh, Lefsa."" He worked his way to the edge of the bed and slipped to the floor. Sniffing the air and muttering, ""Lefsa,"" he crawled to the stairs and half climbed, half fell downstairs. ""Oh, Lefsa..."" He crawled to the kitchen door. There, he saw Lena standing at the stove cooking Lefsa, with a stack of finished ones on the table. He crawled to the table and painfully pulled himself up on a chair murmuring ""Lefsa."" He was reaching out for one when Lena turned and saw him. She smacked his hand with the spatula and said, ""Now, Ole, stop that! Those are for after the funeral.""